Gage McAllister, the oldest vampire in The Lost Boys Rock Band, tries to stay away from the brave young woman who helped him recover from a debilitating stab wound five years ago. She reminds him of his past love and he vowed centuries ago to never go down that path again. Only he's constantly drawn to her. It's as though some invisible force keeps pushing him in her direction and his need to protect her is overwhelming.
Acelynn Baird finds Gage intriguing yet dangerous and knows she should stay clear of him. She senses something powerful about him and even though she has dabbled in witchcraft, she's not sure she's ready to discover the secrets that lurk under the cover of darkness. Except fate keeps shoving them together and that old attraction she had for him when she was just a kid only grows stronger with each encounter.
A past that haunts, a steamy desire that fuels the burn, and a passion like no other sizzles.
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A rumble developed deep in the pit of my gut, stabbing at the walls of my stomach like I’d swallowed a jagged stone. That coupled with the proliferated dizziness swirling in my head from low blood sugar caused me to stop and take a few deep breaths. Hunger pains were a bitch.
A shrill whistle to my left caught my attention.
“Hey sugar, you want some action tonight?”
I eyed the elder, weather-beaten face of the woman standing by the doorway leading to some offbeat nightclub that most likely hadn’t been graced by a sober person in months.
I blinked at her. My vision was slightly blurred from the vertigo caused by the lack of sustenance, but was she really wearing a purple see-through top that did a piss poor job of hiding her sagging tits and fishnet tights that had more holes in them than a cheese grater, under a skirt that barely covered her lady parts and was way too short for her Twiggy sized legs? I blinked again. Yep, she was.
Slick, black hair hung in tight ringlets to her shoulders, making her look like she’d slathered a jar of Crisco over her head. Thick, ruby lips smiled at me and hope sparkled in her eyes.
I was hungry, but not that hungry. I was no great catch, but this one was definitely out of my league, like about forty feet below it.
“No thanks.” Not in this lifetime. “Or afterlife, even,” I mumbled quietly to myself as I shook my head. No need to hurt the old woman’s feelings.
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